“Daddy, was that your penis? Billy Graber said he has a penis.” Paisley giggled before stopping at the sink to clean up her frosting-covered hands. “That kid’s a wealth of knowledge, isn’t he?” Jace grumped. “Where’s my penis?” Hadley’s little voice whispered, startling all of us as she looked down between her legs. Jace raised a brow, Paisley squealed, and I laughed. “Daddy. Hadley’s first sentence is, ‘Where’s my penis.’”
